I am privileged to be a documenter of life stories. I care deeply about telling the truth about who people really are. Honest love. This is what I photograph for. To truthfully document real and imperfect, but all-consuming love. After all the pretty lights and vintage rugs have been put away I want you to be left with images that honestly tell the story of your imperfect but awesome life and love.
My mum and dad got married on Friday 13th October, 1972. But it wasn’t just an ordinary wedding. It was a double wedding of two sisters from one family marrying two brothers (obviously from another). How cool is that?! I have told this awesome family fact many times in my life, as well as looked at their wedding album over, over and over again. And that was before they both passed away.
Since my mum and dad have passed these photos (as well as the boxes of family photos I am eternally grateful for) have become so much more than pretty photographs in an album. They are the history that came before me, the love story of my mum and dad. The boxes of photographs are the memory triggers of a beautiful & wonderous life I’ve lived before now.
I guess what I’m trying to describe is how they make me feel and how important they are to me. Photographs matter. Deeply matter. Maybe you don’t think they are worth it now but I promise you with my whole heart those after you will think they are. Invest in your visual legacy, you won’t be sorry. P.S. have passport, will travel.